Getting through that maze has been hell on himself as well. Seeing things and people he's long since thought were dead. It felt just like the Farm Spirit's trickery all over again and he does not enjoy that.

Though the sight he sees now is foreign to him, yet all too familiar. Too painful. Yondu's words pull at his heart as well, yet another feeling he can relate to all too well. Survivor's guilt and blaming himself for the deaths of his sect and adoptive family, as well as many many others. It should have been him, he should have died in their place. Why did the Jiangs take him in, he wouldn't have caused all that trouble if he'd been left on the streets! Things he'd heard himself from others who cursed him behind his back.

Slowly, gently, Wei Wuxian places a hand on the man's arm. The anguish pulls at him even harder, this is all an illusion, but the pain is very real.

"None... none of this is real, they're tricking us." There's a pause, unhelpful as those words were. "You can't change the past, if it was possible, I would have done that already to avoid letting people down myself."

And that was putting it nicely, he would have changed it so he didn't get those people killed.